I need to write
you a love poem.
Not with
chocolates and roses.
But with passions
And intensity.

So intense you
Will need to sit down
As you read it.
So strong it
burns with passions.
Causing your face to blush
In secret thoughts.
Thoughts that slow
the time to a crawl
Before you will
share your bed
once more.

Words that tug
At your clothes
Like an ardent lover.
Words that will
Leave us as naked
as newborns.
Burning in fires
That are as
old as time itself.

you will be standing
at the edge
of a pit of flame
so dangerous we will
hold each other
in hard embrace
so that we do not
fall into its
raging inferno.